Sissified for Science 2: The Novella: Sissified for Science, #2

By Aurora Sparks

In Aurora Sparks's bestselling short, Sissified for Science, the sexy and dominant Dr. Annette Braczynski successfully feminized heterosexual office drone Raymond Smalls, proving that in a strictly controlled environment, with the help of cutting-edge neurolinguistic programming techniques, any male can be transformed into a cock hungry sissy slut.

But that was only the beginning. In order to accomplish her true goal—the sissification and subjugation of every man on Earth—she needs a more efficient feminization method; one that doesn't require her constant supervision. With that in mind comes up with the brilliant idea to prime men for feminization and submission by injecting subliminal messages into their favorite video games. All she needs is the perfect subject.

Enter Jake Miller, an overgrown frat boy whose main passions in life are coed tail, weightlifting... and first-person shooters. He signs up for Braczynski's study in hopes of earning a little extra beer money, and possibly boning the beautiful doctor herself but, after a few sessions with a modified version of hit game Modern Battlefield, he begins to find himself more interested in her hunky male assistants.

After her subliminal messages successfully sissify Jake's mind, the doctor gets to work transforming his body. In addition to giving him a crash-course in makeup and crossdressing, she subjects him to painful floggings, an excruciating Brazilian wax, butt plug insertions and a humiliating enema, not to mention copious verbal abuse. By the time his mistress is finished with him, Jake is giving oral and taking it up the tailpipe from multiple men at once... and loving every second!

Sissified for Science 2: The Novella tells the full story of Jake Miller's feminization and sissy training. It includes Sissified for Science 2: PHASE I and Sissified for Science 2: PHASE II, previously available only as stand-alone shorts!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aurora Sparks
• Release date: Nov 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519998149

Aurora Sparks

Aurora Sparks is a young author of erotic fiction. Based in New York City, she loves to entertain and titillate with sensual tales that push boundaries and shatter taboos. Gender swap, BDSM, transgender and interactive erotica are her main interests right now, but she's always on the lookout for new ways to turn her readers on.

Book preview

Prologue

Augh! Ugh! Raymond Smalls let out a series of strangled grunts as the musclebound hunks slammed their slick, hard cocks into his mouth and anus, turning him into the human equivalent of a roast suckling pig on a spit. The pathetic sissy was crouched ass-out on the hot pink carpet, wearing the tattered remnants of a sequined cocktail dress that, only moments before, had been sliced down the middle by his mistress’s switchblade. A platinum blonde wig lay on the floor beside him, surrounded by a scatter of pearls.

Raymond’s face was red and slick with sweat, his jaw clenched with effort. The high-resolution surveillance camera was perfectly positioned to capture the peculiar mix of pain, humiliation and animal lust in his eyes.

A small smile crossed Dr. Annette Braczynski’s face as she watched her subject get reamed for what had to be the hundredth time. Her breaths were labored, and her left hand played idly with the hem of her black pencil skirt.

Mmm... she said, her lips pressed together. She paused the video and lingered on the frozen image of her sissy slave being stretched simultaneously by two massive cocks. It gratified her to see Raymond in that state—so thoroughly emasculated that he no longer visually registered as a man, even with his wig on the floor and the outfit he’d picked out so painstakingly reduced to rags.

She could have stared at that image all day... but she didn’t have time to spare. So she skipped straight to her favorite part.

Augh! The blond hunk rammed his hard-on down Raymond’s throat one final time.

Uhhh!" The brunette buried his cock to the hilt in the sissy strumpet’s stretched-out rectum.

Almost simultaneously, the two men blew their loads, and flooded Ray’s body with hot, creamy jizz. Though the sissy’s withered dick hadn’t been touched during the entire encounter, the feeling of those two strong men spurting their seed into him was too much for the sissy slut to bear. His cock, which had shrunk dramatically over the course of the feminization process, throbbed and deposited an impressive amount of semen on the carpet.

Ray’s body fell slack. For several seconds, only the hunks’ slowly-softening schlongs held him up. Then the two men pulled out and stepped out of the frame, leaving their sissy fuck toy lying on the floor alone.

Clap, clap, clap... Dr. Braczynski applauded her charge from off-screen. Well done, you dirty little whore. You took that double-dicking like a true sissy slut. There’s one last thing you must do, before you receive your compensation.

Anything! Ray said, looking up at his mistress with worship in his eyes.

Lick. It. Up.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Raymond slurped the rapidly congealing mess from the carpet’s fibers. He kept at it until he’d gulped down every drop, leaving nothing but a slowly-fading dark spot where his saliva had soaked into the nylon fibers.

Braczysnki’s long, latex-clad legs strode into frame and, before Raymond could lift his head, she used the spike of one stiletto heel to grind his face into his leavings.

The subject’s humiliation was complete.

Oh Goddddd, Dr. Braczynski moaned. As usual, while she was studying the tape, her hand had crept between her thighs and underneath her lace-fringed silk panties, which were jet black, just like the rest of her outfit. Her hips bucked, and her eyes closed as she rode out the ecstatic throes of her orgasm.

Afterward, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and inhaled her own musky fragrance. She slid the digits, one by one, into her red-lipsticked mouth and sucked them languidly, a look of total satisfaction on her face.

Then, suddenly, her expression transformed into the stern, severe glower that would have been visible in the video, if the camera had been trained on her face as she mocked her sissy slave.

There was nothing that enraptured her more than seeing a red-blooded man reduced to a sniveling strumpet, but even an orgasm could only distract Dr. Braczynski temporarily from the truth. And the truth was that she’d reached an impasse in her research.

The experiment with Raymond Smalls, which had seen the unfortunate man confined to a hotel room and subjected to an intensive, seven-day sissification course, had been a massive success. But its method was far too complex and expensive to replicate on the scale necessary to achieve her true goal: the complete feminization of every man on earth, save for a few well-hung studs who would fuck their faces and butts while she watched. Being called Mistress by one sissy—or one hundred—wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her lust for power. She wouldn’t rest till the entire male gender called her Queen.

At least, those were the fantasies she entertained in private. When talking to others, especially those who held the purse strings, she stressed that her research into sissification was merely scientific. After all, no one’s going to write a grant to facilitate some rogue psychologist’s world domination plot!

Thus far, she’d managed to successfully conceal her ambitions from colleagues and potential funding sources. But all the scheming and secrecy would be for naught, however, if she couldn’t come up with a method to feminize men on a mass scale. One that didn’t require hot pink hotel rooms and designer wardrobes, much less seven uninterrupted days of her time.

So far, though, she hadn’t the faintest idea how to apply the lessons she’d learned in her first experiment. Braczynski closed her eyes, clenched her fists so hard her long nails dug into her palms and willed an idea to come to her—but inspiration, as ever, failed to strike.

Just then, though, the two tanned hunks from the video stumbled into Braczynski’s office without knocking, clearly drunk out of their gourds. Clad in identical red Speedos and nothing else, they were trading swigs from a fifth of Jager and chattering animatedly about... something. Braczynski couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

The blonde slurred, I’m telling you, man, if you want to really kick some ass, you need the AK. Slap a laser sight on that baby and you’re fucking unstoppable.

Are you stupid? countered the brunette. Attachments lower the accuracy when you’re shooting from the hip. If you want to sit there lining up your shot, get yourself an M40 and find a hidey-hole on a roof or something. But don’t run away crying when I come out of nowhere like a fuckin’ ninja and murk you with my bitch-ass MP5.

The blonde was about to offer a rejoinder but, before the words could travel from his liquor-soaked brain to his tongue, Dr. Braczynski spun around in her seat, eyes ablaze with anger.

"Do you two walking erections see that I’m trying to get some work done here?"

The brunette blinked at her. You were? My bad, boss. It looked like you were watching your videos and flicking the bean, like you always do.

Realizing she’d been slouched in a very unladylike fashion with her hand lingering between her thighs, Braczynski sat bolt upright and snapped her legs shut.

"This is work. And I wasn’t—ugh, disgusting euphemism—‘flicking the bean.’"

Whatever you say, doc.

The doctor ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. I’m glad you remember who’s in charge here. She sighed. Now that you’ve shattered my focus, do I dare to ask what you were babbling about when you so rudely bumbled into my office?

The blonde waved a hand. Oh, um, it’s guy stuff. You wouldn’t be interested.

Braczynski’s interest was piqued. On the contrary, underling, I’m very interested in ‘guy stuff.’

The brunette said, "We were talking about Modern Battlefield 13: Sub Rosa Sorties. It’s a video game. You know about video games, right?"

Braczynski scoffed. "Of course I’m familiar with video games. She pronounced the phrase with obvious disdain. But it surprises me to hear grown men gushing about childrens’ toys."

They’re not just for kids anymore, the blonde protested.

The brunette backed his companion up: "They’re massively popular. I bet there’s not a single man on Earth between 14 and 40 who hasn’t played at least one Modern Battlefield game."

Massively popular, hm... The doctor’s eyes sparkled with interest.

The brunette nodded. Yep. He shifted around nervously like a first-grader with a full bladder. "So, we were wondering... if you’re not doing anything important, could we install Sub-Rosa Sorties on your computer? We want to get a LAN party going."

The doctor rubbed her temples thoughtfully. "I have no idea what kind of party you’re talking about, and normally I’d have you both whipped for even thinking of slacking on the job. However, I’m feeling generous today... so, all right. You can install your little game."

YES! the two tanned studs cheered in unison.

"If, Braczynski continued, you suck each other’s cocks in front of me."

The blonde and the brunette looked at each other with a grimace, then a shrug.

All right, said the former. But he’s gonna suck mine first.

Let’s Rochambeau for it, said the latter.

Ugh. Fine.

The men spent altogether too long bickering over who was going to suck whom first. On a normal day, Dr. Braczynski would have put an end to their deliberation with a barked order. Now, however, her mind was elsewhere.

Specifically, she was thinking about what her assistants had said about the popularity of video games among the male gender. Could it be... could what she’d dismissed as mere children’s toys be, in